Page 6 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Shit, I need to take this call.” She hauls ass out of the club.
Bradley
Ilean against the outer wall of Luka’s building. Flicking the cigarette at my side, I take a drag and scroll through content on my social media as a new text message pops.
Ronnie
Stay sober.
I need you to take me home later if I get drunk.
I grin at the screen while my thumb flies on it.
Bradley
I thought you’d never ask, Princess.
You can be my backpack any time you want.
Ronnie
Tonight is the night.
What does that mean?
Another text pops up with a princess emoji.
Bradley
I think you need to get laid.
I volunteer as tribute!
“You can’t kick me out to the curb, Yolanda.” I peer up when a woman bolts out of the club next to me, fidgeting her legs and glaring at her phone. “Where am I supposed to go?”
A few patrons walk inside the club, I give them a curt nod, slide my phone into my pocket, and flick my gaze back to her.
“Just give me a few more days until I find an arrangement.” She sounds desperate, half panicked, and a little lost. “It’s not easy finding an affordable apartment in New York,” she murmurs and my stomach drops.
Shit.
I was lucky when I moved here four months ago. Ronnie was kind enough to offer me a room in his apartment since finding an affordable place to rent was excruciating. Plus, I think he didn’t want to be alone in his big apartment.
“What—you left my stuff out.” Stunned, she starts pacing the sidewalk across the wall. “Yolanda. Hello, Yo—” Spinning fast on her heels, she bumps straight into me.
“Careful.” Shooting my hand around her waist, I steady her using my front too since my other hand is occupied.
With a gasp she pulls back a little, “Can I take a few drags?”
She doesn’t wait for my answer, she quickly grabs the smoke as if it were the last oxygen tank in the world, and presses it between her crimson lips. Tossing her purple hair back, she exhales a cloud of smoke.
Lovely.
Pulling her upper lip into a snarl, she grumbles at her phone before she stuffs it inside her pocket and passes the smoke back to me.
“Rough day?” I search between her eyes.
“Yeah,” She finally dares to lift her gaze to mine and then smiles. “Thanks.”
